Placid Rage
By Clean Serene
Place lid upon this open... Open space. Empty void, left filled contempt. Arisen, these maskings. Over... and over the top. Spoken... ruins all, rules undivine. Voice screaming, yet silent... underlined. Place lid upon these depths... my open mouth, shall beseech you for my death.I have no idea why this is written like this. Written March 5th, 2002 © on Mar 05 2002 09:51 AM PST 0 • 1
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"Place lid upon this..."